just like old times?

I forgot to wash my face last night and woke up with my eyes rimmed in mascara all smudgie, like how I woke up back in my clubbing days, only with wrinkles and an extra chin or two. When I tried to wash all the gunk off, I only managed to drag it down near my cheeks and make my eyes all red. I tell ya, no matter how old you get, teen angst can pop up at any time.

I gave up on trying to wash my face and pumped a quart or so of moisturizing spray into my hair in an attempt to get the curl back. It ended up looking like I went to bed with hairspray in my hair  after a night on the strip.

Since I had nowhere to go, I pulled on a pair of new jeans to test 'em out. After wearing them for two hours I found that while I could not readily bend in them, my skivvies could. Sadly, they were a no.

Spent the rest of the day in newish acid wash jeans that are so big on me it's silly. Sillier still is the fact that I even purchased a pair of acid wash jeans.

I miss the days where I could wear tights, combat boots, and a thrifted mini dress without discomfort.

big trees, tiny mushrooms

Back in November we road tripped ourselves up to Eureka...we stopped along the way at a variety of places, but I think my favorite was Founder's Grove with all them loverly Redwoods! I am a forest girl at heart though I think I love the forest more than it loves me...cough, cough, wheeze, wheeze...here are a few sights from our wander....

and so we jumped...for the 11th time!

rain in the morning...

pink sky at dusk...

I prettied myself up somewhat for some errand running, wandered the garden in search of raindrops, found an accidental still life, and watched the sun set...

what am i doing?

I ask myself this almost everyday. What am I doing?

Why aren't you doing?

What are you doing, Jessica?

A whole lot of nothing is what I have been doing.

Not exactly...I mean, I've been working, and making meals, and reading books, but I have not made anything...I have not flexed my creative muscles like I used to and that makes me sad.

This year, I endeavor to create. There is a lot I need to do to get myself in a space to create and I am...in baby steps...it's the damn pink room...it will be the death of me.

This year is the year I will buy art and make art. I will read more books. I will take more pictures. I will go on more walks. This year will be art full. I promise!

still weepy